I step off the white bloody door I had kicked open, I whipped the blood from my busted lip. I slowly made my way towards the open doorway and peeked my head out into the hallway. It was quiet... Too queit. All the doors had been opened by force- the hinges were broken- and management was nowhere to be seen. I left the doorway, making a right into the long corridor. I glanced in and out of each room that i passed to see if anyone was there. Every room has been empty so far.
I came up on a left turn, and that's when I saw it. Bodies. Everywhere. Slung to the floor like sacks of potato's. I recognized the majority of them as management and body guards to the boys. I stopped at every body to check for a pulse, but not all of them were lucky enough to be alive. Their wounds were hand-enforced. They were all beaten and some to death. He's back and lethal-er then ever. He brought more men, but he'll only use Dan to beat the boys.
I step away from a women from management, who I think is named Sue, and look over at the next body. No... Please lord no..
"P-Paul..?" I mumble over a limp in my throat. I shake my head in disbelief as I make my way over to his body. I fall to my knees and bring his head and chest to my lap. He's still warm but hardly breathing.
I stop for a moment and just take him in. I run my fingers over the bloody scar under his eye. I take his left hand, cup my cheek with it and try to choke back tears. I seriously hate myself.
"I shouldn't have freaked when I saw El on Niall, I trust him.. If I would've just breathed and stayed calm, this wouldn't be happening right now." I murmur to myself, freaking out a little bit at all the stress I'm under.
I look at Paul one more time. I kiss his hand and place it on his chest, "I'll fix all of this, I promise." I whisper to him. I kiss him on the forehead and get off my knees to go find the boys. Who knows what he's done to them, I have to find them now.
I finish my walk of the corridor, making my way to the open area in front of the stage. I slapped my hand over my mouth to cover a silent gasp of total shock. They're there... Right now the stage in front of me.. He's standing on the left side of the stage, the boys are in the middle of the stage, and Zayn has his hands tied over his hand and hanging off the ground. Dan is whipping the blood off his hands from punching Zayn repeatedly. Liam and Harry are tied to each back-to-back, with gags in their mouths. Louis is out cold on the stage floor-he was probably beaten first. Niall- He's not out here.. He's not here!
A tear forms in my eyes from the horrid sight of the boys in so much pain. The pain that I've caused. I duck behind the row of seats, slowly making my way up the the aisle. I pause to hide myself so I know they can't get a glimpse of me. After making my way down a couple rows and stopping to hide, Zayn's wondering eyes catch mine. His eyes widen with hope. I can hardly tell, but I think the corners of his mouth turn up. Dan defiantly notices him because he whips his head around, scanning the many rows of seats. I quickly sink into a row, almost ghost-like.
"Who's there?" Dan yells in his thick Irish accent as he scans the room. "I said, who's there?!" He yells frustratedly. I peek through a sliver of room in between two chairs. Dan turns around to face Zayn with the most unhappiest look on his face.
"Tryin' to distract me? Eh, pretty boy." Dan pulls back for a punch, Zayn tenses up and squints his eyes- his not prepared to take any more pain. But at the last second...
"That's enough, Danel." The Lead A. speaks. Dan drops his arm, and looks quite disappointed. "Fetch me our little guest of honor." He says with an evil smirk developing on his lips. I feel my body tense up with anger. From this point, my plan is to wait from them to bring Niall out in the open, and just wing it.
